Hunger Games Training Outfits Novels & Stories

They could choke on it. I turned to the wardrobe in the corner of the office, pulled out my black training gear, tight pants, cropped top, the thigh sheath for my favorite daggers and started changing. Thirty minutes. Time to remind this pack exactly who they were dealing with. And maybe...just maybe start earning a little respect instead of hate. One bloody spar at a time. ----- I took in a deep breath after dressing up and headed out of the office. The black training gear hugged my body like a second skin, tight pants that didn’t restrict movement, cropped top that left my midriff bare and showed off the fading bruises and bite marks Ryker had left last night.

I groaned, throwing the warm covers aside. The maids didn't give me a single second to breathe. Stripping me out of my silk nightgown, they shoved me roughly into tight, flexible training gear. Black compression leggings, a breathable sports tank, and thick combat boots. It was purely functional, offering zero padding for what was about to happen. Grabbing my arms, the guards didn't wait for me to tie my boot laces properly. They hauled me out into the dark, freezing hallway before I could even brush my hair.

“My training gear isn’t going to intrigue anybody, we all wear the same stuff, it’s a uniform. This stuff we wear to the mall and everywhere else is a choice I would not normally make on my own.” “Yeah, but you have to admit, they look good on you. You have this tiny, totally ripped body that you only show off during training. You really need to show it off more, you work too hard to hide it under the baggy crap you like to lounge in. Have your boys seen you in ‘normal’ clothes?” She air quotes at me. “They have seen me in lots of stuff. I had to dress up for a couple things for Luna Ava, they’ve seen me in that kind of stuff.”

Callie headed for the spring with her stomach in twits. She'd changed into her training clothes at elder Nicolas’ house. It was a simple fitted pants and a sleeveless tunic that allowed for easy movement. The fabric was light and breathable, which she supposed was good for what was coming, even if the thought of getting into that freezing water made her want to turn around and run back the way she'd come.

"We don't have ugly dresses like the ones you used to wear here, so you'll have to make do with our own style and fashion." Elara wanted to curse and tell him exactly what she thought about his mother and dogs, when she noticed the clothes. All in shades of black, gray and silver, there were trousers with boots and tunic shirts. All of them perfect for combat training. "Princess, I know you've built your personality on being weak, but not in this pack. Here, you will train. You will become stronger and learn to protect yourself." Riven said, nodding at the clothes as he passed them to her.

"You're the one who needs this the most, remember? Lazy girl with untapped powers?" I glared at her, but she just grinned back, completely unbothered. "Come on. I already laid out your training clothes. Bathroom. Now. We need to be there in thirty minutes." Training clothes? What training clothes? I sat up and looked where she was pointing. On the chair next to the bed was a set of athletic wear I had definitely never seen before. Black leggings, a matching sports bra, and a loose tank top in a deep purple. I turned back to Jessica with a questioning look.

After I finished, I stumbled back into the room, and that’s when I noticed the outfit Celeste had prepared for me. A simple pair of black joggers and a loose, baggy shirt lay neatly on the bed. I raised an eyebrow, confused. “Is this... my training uniform?” I muttered to myself. Celeste’s voice floated in from the doorway. “Yes, Miss Melanie. The training will be very hands-on, and you must be comfortable. This is what you’ll wear for today.” I sighed and slipped into the clothes, feeling strange in the loose fit. It felt so ordinary compared to the elaborate gowns and dresses I had been wearing, but I couldn’t deny that the comfort was exactly what I needed.

, Hell no I look towards my wardrobe smiling mischievously, ********** Walking towards the training grounds i see everything already organized dad is seated up front and next to him is jason as they both seem to be immersed In their conversation, and next to them is mom looking shocked and displeased somehow seeing the look on her face makes me feel satisfied as I'm dressed in a jumpsuit and a set of trainers as shoes, No way in hell, she had been expecting me to wear the long purple gown looking sleek and sultry like some sort of princess, "Shall we begin the coronation?" jason stand to say gaining attention of all the members of the pack gathered together here,

The next morning, the entire household was at the warrior training grounds. Elena was a little overwhelmed that so many people showed up. She wondered how many were there to see what they believed was her inevitable failure. Elena stepped onto the training platform, wearing a black, skintight training suit. The material was spandex and stretched as she moved. Her shoes were simple white sneakers.

I said while hugging her, after that she chose a black princess dress which ended mid thigh and was open at the back showing he lavish skin, we went and bought transparent shoes while I chose court heel design she chose the heel mules ones after that we went to a cafe and relaxed then we were off to the pack house about 3 at noon I quickly went upstairs and changed to my training out fit then went to the training room down stairs, "Your late miss steel" boomed William, "I got stuck some-" he didn't wait for my explanation then he said "I'm going to add another hour to you training" "What-"i said "take your position" he ordered and I did as told 'Xander told you to get back early' I got a